6 Steps On How To Get An ISBN Or ISSN
While working on my #publishabook2019 project, I had to get an ISBN and getting information on how to obtain it was stressful. I didn’t want to leave my first print work like that…you know, ISBN-less because who knows what might happen tomorrow? Hence, after successfully applying for it and waiting at most fourteen days for it, I decided to share since no one’s post really prepared me for the process.
Getting an ISBN is not compulsory but if you want your work in national libraries, bookstores, international libraries, stores, and giving it an identity of its own, you need to get an ISBN number assigned by the Bowker’s or National Library in your country. There are two I know of in Nigeria, one in Yaba Lagos, and another in Abuja.
If you are working with e-books, no need to worry, the platforms you are posting on should provide you with one.
To get more information on what an ISBN/ISSN is, click on this link to learn more.
I am of the mind that the process would be easier if everything is done online but we know some people would not be happy when that happens. Now let’s dig in!
This tutorial is for self-publishing authors who like to get everything done at once. You can read this or go on to watch my video on this. However, by the time you are reading this, things might have changed when you decide to get yours but hey! This is 2019…
The cost of getting ISBN/ISSN
1-2 = N2,500
3-10 = N5,000
I love the mathematics of this but you need to have the manuscripts of all available to buy so much. Stick to your one or two and don’t give yourself a headache, the Lord would provide when it’s time for more.
N100 (I did for N2,500)
N157.50 (Something around this price)
Thank you something
Hahaha, I didn’t type anything here o. Applicants description is advised, although they call it a processing fee. This is Nigeria.
Total Budget (excluding transportation)
Not more than N3,500.
You have to ensure you are done writing your manuscript and it is ready for submission as print. The back cover doesn’t have to be ready and if it’s an audiobook, you need to insert it in a disc. The reason for this is that they don’t want to waste the ISBN/ISSN as it is being cataloged worldwide.
What happens when they check that number you never used to write that book in a catalog and it’s not there? An utter disappointment and proof that writers are lazy. Lol. I am an example.
You have to ensure you have a confirmed title. Don’t be like me who later had to start making calls and spending extra money. Don’t waste your money don’t waste their time, don’t waste our numbers. Once it’s done, it’s done.
Here we pay to the bank! Thank me for this later.
However, you need a code from REMITA to do this. Here is a step by step process;
- Log on to the website
- Select pay FGN & State TSA
- Select Federal Government of Nigeria
- Name of MDA – National Library Nigeria
- Name of Service/Purpose – ISBN & ISSN Administrative Fees
- Description – Payment of ISBN (or ISSN as the case may be).
- Amount to Pay – 2500, or 5,000
- GIFMIS Code – 100097203 (Thank me later, that’s how many thank yous now?)
- Fill out your name, email and phone number
- Click on Proceed to payment
- You will find a RRR (Remita Retrieval Reference) Copy/write out the code
- Head over to the bank and fill a slip with that number on it. You would be doing a local transfer ‘cos I used my bank and it’s easier. You would be paying to the National Library Nigeria.
- Collect your transaction receipt and make two extra copies.
That’s that about payment.
Now you move on to writing a letter to the National Library of Nigeria. It should go like this and should be printed on a letterhead. if you don’t have a letterhead and are an individual, use your name, address, email and phone number as your letterhead.
Note: you are to use the same email you used while registering on REMITA
LINDA MATTHEWS – align this to center
THE NATIONAL LIBRARIAN
National Library of Nigeria
227, Herbert Macaulay Way,
Yaba, Lagos State.
(I did mine at YABA)
APPLICATION FOR ISBN – align to center
The above-named individual does hereby apply for ISBN for books to be published.
The title of the book(s) is(are);
- Ade is a Boy by Linda Matthews
- N is for Nice by Linda Matthews and Apostle Luke
- Come here by Apostle Luke
If you want to add a story of your book, that’s not necessary, all you need is on that sample document. Please note that the name on the letterhead is the company/individual they are assigning the number to but with the authors as the owners. I hope you understood that.
Make a photocopy of any means of identification you have.
Staple all documents in this order.
1 copy of Letter
2 copies of Payment Receipt
1 copy of Identification
Then take along one copy of your manuscript.
From Sabo, Yaba, take a tricycle (keke), drop at Casino Bus Stop and ask around for the National Library. Don’t be like me who went to the State Library which has been fabulously redesigned by GTB.
You are to get your number within 10 days by mail and text. After you have successfully printed your work, you are to return back to the library with four copies for record purposes.
This marks the end of our topic.
I hope this has been helpful and would help you reduce stress when you are ready and sure your work is to hit the market. I would love to hear from you before and after your process. If you think I left anything out, be sure to let me know.
Thanks for reading!
Life of a Lagos Single Sister (Endless Search)
Life of a Lagos Single Sister
Fast forward tertiary education and boom! Life happened! Like an unprepared Contestant at a beauty Pageant, you find yourself single and confused.
Everyone appears to be making it, while you barely exist. Everyone applauds your youth but that seems to be your only major achievement- young graduate.
‘You are young and bright. You have the energy, time and resources at your disposal. Give life your best…’- This and many more, they tell you but you are tired of such sermons.
You reach out to people, those you think can help but rather than highlight pointers for you, they make life a whole lot difficult-
‘Ah, my dear, this life is not easy o. You have to fight to win. Just keep doing the ‘right things’, I trust you. You’ll Make it.’
You are not too excited because that was not why you reached out in the first place.
Well, it is what it is. You try to be rational and explain away the responses you got. You tell yourself-
‘Uncle tszhhytbhytne probably has a lot on his mind. He is probably too busy. I shouldn’t blame him.’
You are back to your initial search and struggle for your life’s essence. You invest in your mental development and work yourself out.
You want to be self made – or so you think. You work, work and work some more.
It’s 10:00pm and you are still on your way home. It has become a daily routine. You are tired but you know you mustn’t give up. You reminisce on your days activities and you are not satisfied with all you had achieved.
You sigh, it’s another night. You promise yourself to push yourself harder the next day.
You close your eyes. You soak in your environment and breathe- You never cease to Breathe…
‘This too shall pass,
This too shall pass,
This too shall pass…’
This has become your life- Yes, you- the Lagos Single Sister…
Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi
All stories do come to an end.
And so has FIREBURST.
The 3 weeks long duel which kicked started with 16 writers have pulled the curtain with one champion emerging tops.
A hearty congrats to Mercy Adeniyi for an admirable performance.
We also congratulate all other participants
Coxson Ibinabo Benedicta, Sonia Ayisa, Amara Chidinma Ezediniru, Vicky Bon Uzuazor, Adebisi Temidayo, Innocent Chikweremundu, Mazi Chikelu Chino, Raphael Francis, Chinedu Nzere, Azubogu Ogochukwu, Ahanonu Christian, Adekunle Adeniyi, Ayomipo Ademilusi, Choolwe Writes.
You are all winners.
Gratitude to the impartial judges: Robert Cook(U.S.A), Gloria Ogo(NIGERIA), Ikechukwu Ndibe(NIGERIA)
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THE FINAL DUEL
THE FINAL DUEL
For a battle which began with 16 players, today these two pen wielders will draw the curtain with the most rugged of all in the streets.
Let the best lady or man WIN with your votes
A 400-word story …based off the picture below and titled: Through her eyes
The RULES are easy
* Ensure to READ both stories
*Vote the one you think best interprets the picture.
Vote only ONE story
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Through Her Eyes…
‘You are despicable, devilish and I curse the day I met you!. I’ve known no peace ever since you came into my life! It’s trouble today and unrest tomorrow! I pray you rot in hell because that’s where the likes of you deserve to live for the rest of your miserable life!.’
He stormed out of the room, angry.
If only he knew why his wife acted the way she did. But how would he? How could anyone see Jasmine for who she was? Everyone was eager to judge but no one was willing to wear the shoes of another.
It is he who wears the shoes that know where it hurts the most. They didn’t care to know and the more she tried to show them, the more they caused her to drown. She had to leave. She picked a few things in the house and walked away from everything she hangs on to for strength. She had to let go…
Jade couldn’t believe his eyes when he got back home. Jasmine left the house with no message or notice of her whereabouts. This lady had messed up his life already, why did she want to hurt him again this night by leaving without a word as to where? Well, she’ll come back to her senses and come back home.
Three days and nothing was heard from Jasmine, she didn’t come back. Jade began to lose it. The police got involved and the search for Jasmine began.
Jade regretted his actions. He had constantly abused his wife emotionally. He thought to exert himself and showing her he was the boss was making a statement as the head of the home. For five years, he berated his wife – the supposed love of his life. Over time, he became the god in the home, while she was nothing but an object- a piece of property. But now, things were changing and he was willing to trade anything just to have her back.
On the fourth day of the search, he was arranging Jasmine’s room when he stumbled on a collection of books – Jasmine’s diary. His discovery was going to change his perspective and he was going to regret treating his wife the way he did.
He saw what life was for his wife for the very first time through her diary.
The discovery killed him…
Through Her Eyes…
1. In your face, I see an epiphany, though the wrinkles are deep. In your eyes that were once a dome of exuberant flashes, are flickers; they fly and flounder. Because they have seen the colour of broken dreams; because they know the bite of salted tears.
You are Mama, whenever I become afraid, I raise a lamp to your face and through your aged eyes, I see love.
2. ‘Nwanyi Crayfish!’
It made me cringe. To know that you would return every day with the smell of crayfish filling the little spaces of our impoverished room. It filled me with dread to hear my teacher say, ‘Nnanna, your mother is coming.’
And I carried this shame to the university. The day you came knocking at Lemon lodge, probably with ukwa and Mangala (my favourite). I took the other door and left you in the rain. Because I was afraid that my mates would know, that the boy who wore elegant suits and spoke impeccable English was the ordinary son of an ordinary crayfish seller.
3. ‘Everyday one wrapper, tufiakwa’
I never knew how deep those words cut you but I said them. I remember. I remember that you stood still for a minute and then ran into the house. I thought you went for a cane or something until I heard your cry, loud and spasmodic—the ululation of bitterness; it must have felt like losing a child.
4. ‘If papa was here’
I wish you had called me a fool the night I opened my shit eating mouth to say that. I was foolish not to see that you were the gentle river that ran deep.
I spent my eighteenth birthday inside the cell of CPS Onitsha.
I was in a cramped room, with other boys who smoked marijuana and some others who rolled dice for money. They came and bundled us into their Black Maria. I thought I would die.
But Mama came. They said that you made a bed with your wrapper and cried like a mad woman. They said that you rolled in the dirt and would go nowhere. They said that you were screaming, ‘I am a widow! He is the only thing I have left.’
So they let me go. That night you nursed my bruises with a piece of cloth and hot water. And I slept in your arms like a day old.
In your face, I see a web of silver yarns. Your skin is hanging loose and your back is bent. What is left of your gaunt frame is a bunch of bones stuck in an ebbing flesh.
But you are no longer the woman I despised. When I look through your eyes, the only thing I see is the spirit of a kindred, warm and luminous; full of the love that will remain long after you are gone.
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